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Signs
of life
Anyone who has ever taken a dog for a familiar
walk will have been forced to realise how we humans have lost a
whole interesting world of experience which all other mammals so
enjoy - I mean the world of smells. Your companion pauses, sniffing
enthusiastically every few yards. He is immediately aware of which
animals have passed this way since yesterday, sometimes recognizing
individuals - their status, health and sexual state. It's like reading
the daily tabloid.
A fall of snow gives us nose-blind incompetents some slight inkling
of what that might be like. I go into the garden and am delighted
to read a map of the night's activities printed in the snow. Here
our neighbour's cat strolled through - along the path and round
the edge of the lawn; there a grey squirrel made its undulating
way - pausing under each bird-feeder to garner dropped seed; and,
along the next-door drive, is the unmistakable track of a fox -
a straight line of prints in which occasionally two superimposed
footprints can be distinguished where the snow is extra-crisp. It's
years since we saw a fox in our locality, but two successive snowy
mornings make it clear that we are regularly visited by at least
one during the hours of darkness.
Another seasonal pleasure is the effect of winter sunlight. Driving
up towards Askwith from Ilkley on a frosty morning, I spotted two
fields crowded with foraging birds and paused to get a closer look.
There were lots of black-headed gulls and rooks, and, among them,
at least a hundred lapwings. Usually seen silhouetted against the
sky, these aerial acrobats appear black and white, but, on the ground
and lit by that frosty sunshine, they are dazzling - their plumage
glowing with rich shades of purple and green. Further on, a huge
flock of starlings rummaged noisily across the frozen grass, the
sun glittering on the sandy speckles on their wings and backs. To
the edge of this flock were about forty fieldfares, thrushes which
spend the winter here, returning north in spring. These handsome
birds looked stunning as the light picked out their light grey heads
and the warm buff colour of their breasts, suffused towards the
centre with apricot.
The birds were both wary and hungry, so the whole flock kept taking
off, flying round and then settling again - a kaleidoscope of winter
colour.
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